Beautiful Smile Poems: Short, Sweet & Famous Smile Poems

There is a smile of bitter scorn,
Which curls the lip, which lights the eye;
There is a smile in beauty’s morn,
Just rising o’er the midnight sky.
There is a smile of youthful joy,
When Hope’s bright star’s the transient guest;
There is a smile of placid age,
Like sunset on the billow’s breast.

There is a smile, the maniac’s smile,
Which lights the void which reason leaves,
And, like the sunshine through a cloud,
Throws shadows o’er the song she weaves.
There is a smile of love, of hope,
Which shines a meteor through life’s gloom;
And there’s a smile, Religion’s smile,
Which lights the weary to the tomb.

There is a smile, an angel’s smile,
That sainted souls behind them leave;
There is a smile that shines through toil,
And warms the bosom though in grief;
And there’s a smile on Nature’s face,
When Evening spreads her shades around;
A pensive smile when twinkling stars
Are glimmering through the vast profound.

But there’s a smile, ’tis sweeter still,
’Tis one far dearer to my soul;
It is a smile which angels might
Upon their brightest list enroll.

It is the smile of innocence,
Of sleeping infancy’s light dream;
Like lightning on a summer’s eve,
It sheds a soft and pensive gleam.
It dances round the dimpled cheek,
And tells of happiness within;
It smiles what it can never speak,—
A human heart devoid of sin.

Let others love the pearly tear,
The blushing cheek adorning;
And say, ’tis like the dew-drop clear,
That gems the rose of morning.

Let others love to see the fair
With pensive mien appearing;
Be mine, to hail the sprightly air,
The dimpled smile endearing.
It speaks good-humour’s mild control,
With magic fascination;
It tells the feelings of the soul,
With sportive animation.

Superior to the brightest eyes,
Or cheek with roses blooming;
A winning charm it still supplies,
The lovely face illuming.

’Twas Hebe taught fair beauty’s queen,
The gay, bewitching wile;
And still her glowing lips are seen,
To wear a playful smile.

Smile a little, smile a little,
As you go along,
Not alone when life is pleasant,
But when things go wrong.
Care delights to see you frowning,
Loves to hear you sigh;
Turn a smiling face upon her—
Quick the dame will fly.

Smile a little, smile a little,
All along the road;
Every life must have its burden,
Every heart its load.
Why sit down in gloom and darkness
With your grief to sup?
As you drink Fate’s bitter tonic,
Smile across the cup.

Smile upon the troubled pilgrims
Whom you pass and meet;
Frowns are thorns, and smiles are blossoms
Oft for weary feet.
Do not make the way seem harder
By a sullen face;
Smile a little, smile a little,
Brighten up the place.

Smile upon your undone labour;
Not for one who grieves
O’er his task waits wealth or glory;
He who smiles achieves.
Though you meet with loss and sorrow
In the passing years,
Smile a little, smile a little,
Even through your tears.

Laugh, and the world laughs with you;
Weep, and you weep alone,
For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth,
But has trouble enough of its own.
Sing, and the hills will answer;
Sigh, it is lost on the air,
The echoes bound to a joyful sound,
But shrink from voicing care.

Rejoice, and men will seek you;
Grieve, and they turn and go;
They want full measure of all your pleasure,
But they do not need your woe.
Be glad, and your friends are many;
Be sad, and you lose them all,—
There are none to decline your nectared wine,
But alone you must drink life’s gall.

Feast, and your halls are crowded;
Fast, and the world goes by.
Succeed and give, and it helps you live,
But no man can help you die.
There’s room in the halls of pleasure
For a large and lordly train,
But one by one we must all file on
Through the narrow aisles of pain.